One Fourth of July my dad, sister, younger brother, and I stayed in a naturally air-conditioned, gap-log miner’s cabin in Tincup, Colorado. Hiding on the west side of the Continental Divide in a rugged meadow at 10,157ft. Tincup was not your typical holiday destination. Gray Douglas firs, trout pocked beaver ponds, glacial creeks, and Craps with sugar cube dice and matchsticks for money were the only entertainment. Not a single fireworks stand. I was ticked. How do you celebrate the birth of our country, freedom, without making some noise? Fortunately I soon forgot all about the noise and celebrated the wind talking to the tree tops, the trout lipping the surface of the water for a mayfly, and the silence! Since then fireworks have grown less important versus the powerful voice of silence that also speaks for freedom. From that trip onward I have to learn silence speaks louder for freedom than fireworks.
Pray this prayer with me this week.
Freedom for us is a
Rockets flare, bombs burst
Protests and parades, “My rights
Freedom through whatever arms
Free to trust by any flag
From streets to rooftops, “War,”
Bells ringing, crowds singing, “Grant
These noisy demands are often
Injustice bears blind eyes and
Pillaged freedom is a
Then I see Jesus silent as
Bound and beaten before
All power freely drained from
“Speak. Defend yourself,”
Yet Jesus’ deafening silence even
The Father too, silent for over
Pours out quiet freedom through his Son’s
Blood and tears.
Let us, dear God, like Jesus apprehend
The power of stilling our tongues
And loosing our faith for freedom in the